A/N: Noooo hard math questions! Be gone, Evil! ALso, double email for this chapter because I after I uploaded I thought of ways to make it better. Thus this slightly newer chapter was born.

Disclaimer: I'm doing my best... Not really, I suck for being late. Capcom suck less. In layman terms: I don't own Phoenix Wright.

Gotcha

"Get in." He said gruffly and Ema stood there, unsure on how she was supposed to get into the van with her ankles still bound.

"For god's sake do I have to do everything?" He yelled. He lunged forward at Ema but before he grabbed her he yanked her bag out of her hand and threw it onto the road behind them as far as he could. "That's enough for you now." He whispered gleefully into her ear, enjoying his control as he grabbed her and threw her into the back of the van roughly. Landing on her side again but this time less painful because of the new position of her arms, she quickly rolled herself back over just in time to see the men before her staring at her. One smiling, his teeth showing through the darkness, the other couldn't hide the worry in his eyes no matter how menacing he tried to appear. Ema hoped her plan would work, she hoped someone would find her message and hoped someone would understand it, she hoped even more that she'd still be alive at the end of this and the life inside her wasnt wasted. The two doors slammed in front of her, shrouding her in complete darkness once again.

Gavin walked into the precinct feeling somewhat dejected in that no one else seemed to be rushing until they noticed he had arrived. Gumshoe was the first to appear next to him, followed closely by detective Parker who looked more eager than his mentor.

"Boss says you've requested a warrant from the judge?" Gumshoe queried first.

"I have," Klavier said. "I want you to go down there and get the warrant from him. I don't care what it takes. We need that store's camera tapes and we need them now. Ema was there. That's the last place she's accounted for so that's where we start. Remember, do whatever you need to do to get that warrant, I don't care how many people you need to wake up to get that tape, and if the guys down in their office give you any crap don't take it. Just grab the tapes and come back. Got it?"

Gumshoe nodded. "Parker has something-"

"Go. Now."

Gumshoe straightened up and nodded at Parker before going. Parker took that as his signal to tell Gavin what he knew. Unfortunately, Gavin wasn't having any of it, though he wasn't going to take no for an answer either.

"Mr Gavin... Mr Gavin, sir! SIR! You need to hear this!"

"What is it?"

"Well you know how I thought maybe the victim in this case might be somehow connected to what happened to Detective Skye?"

"Parker, you're clearly a good officer, but please don't make me turn out like the other prosecutors and start cutting pay. I really don't want to have to do that so could you please just make your point?" Klavier said while placing one hand on his hip near his belt.

"Right- of course! Well, we couldn't get facial recognition from the databases obviously because his face was so messed up so we ran his DNA and got a match!"

"So he's a criminal?"

"No, he's a cop, like us. Well, he's FBI, so not exactly like us but you know what I mean. So I rang my cousin who's working in their terrorism department to see if he knew him. Turns out our vic wasn't in that department but in the gang related one so they've worked together before. Our vic is Special Agent John Matthews, and all we know is that he's working in an undercover case."

"What do you mean that's 'all we know'?"

"Well, I got my cuz to do some discreet snooping and all his files recently having been blacked out. All of them. Everything's need to know."

"Well... at least we got somewhere. And if your theory is correct then this... Matthews was it? This Matthews has been done in by a gang he was working on, and they are somehow related to Ema's kidnapping. They'll probably really hate cops by now." Klavier said with a sigh, feeling that Ema's situation was worsening each minute she was gone and with each new piece of information they had.

"I've asked my cuz if he'll call back if he finds out anything about his current case, or his partner." Parker added.

"Why did you say it like that?"

"Oh, 'cause his partner hasn't checked in a while either. Which he says is to be expected since they're working close to some big gang, but he says they're used to more updates than this."

"Great." Klavier said. "We're going to have another murdered cop on our hands any day now."

Just as he said that, and unfamiliar ring tone went off from within his pocket. Parker started looking around him immediately muttering about Gumshoe losing it again before they both remembered that Klavier was currently using Gumshoe's, who was in turn using Parker's phone to get in contact.

"Hello? Hello? Took your time, pal! I'm on my way back. I had some local community ones to get in there quick so they tapes would be ready for when I arrived. I'm five minutes away, make sure we've got a player spare, they've been acting up recently." Gumshoe said before ringing off.

Gavin waited as patiently as he could while Gumshoe fumbled with the video controller fast forwarding so fast that no one could see what was going on, and then rewinding it right to the beginning of the day which he argued would not be useful yet until another detective took over the controller.

He simultaneously had two tapes running. One that showed half of the car park and the other which showed a quarter of the other half and the entrance to the shop.

"Stop! STOP! That's her car!" Klavier yelled, and smiled despite the situation as they all watched her attempt to park three times before giving up and finding another spot. She got out and slammed the door and leaned against it for a moment. They watched as she hitched her bag up on her shoulder and marched towards the entrance.

Every detective or otherwise in the room averted their eyes to the second monitor which showed the entrance and it was painfully obvious even on this camera that Ema had been crying. Klavier felt he'd been stabbed through the middle with ice and was glad no one mentioned her clearly blotchy face.

The tape was put on a slow fast forward until they saw her tell tale white coat and played at normal speed again. They watched as Ema hastily thrust a small plastic bag into her regular pink one and Gavin knew that he was the only one that knew what she had bought. She then pulled out her phone. She flipped it open and began typing on it with one hand.

The police department switched to the other monitor and watched as she was still typing, briefly looking up to make sure that was no cars coming from either way before crossing the road. She had almost made it back to her car, again only briefly looking up every so often to make sure she was still going the right way when two figures appeared on either side of her. The one to her left reached her first and grabbed her phone. As Ema turned to retaliate the person on her right grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. From the camera position no one could see her face on the one holding her, and the one currently pocketing her phone was too blurry to make out.

Though the pixilation was wasn't anything to be desired it was still obvious that Ema was struggling against her make shift restraint and then lifted her right leg so that it bent at stomach height and made contact with the man in front of her. Klavier smirked for a second before the tape continued. The angle made it hard to see what exactly was going on and the picture quality did nothing to help, but it was pretty clear that the guy who'd just been kicked in the stomach wasn't happy at all.

Klavier couldn't hear anything. Everyone in the precinct was silent, no one took a breath, there was no squeaking of chairs or tapping of pens. Nothing. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears as he watched Ema flinch back into the man restraining her as the one in front raised his fist and hit her in the face.

Klavier visibly crumbled at this point. He couldn't see what was happening on the tape anymore. Blind rage and fear took over as Ema's situation became even more real. She really had been kidnapped, and these guys were as bad as Klavier had feared but not let himself believe till now.

He watched her being dragged towards what looked like a blue toyota; still struggling. The boot were opened and she was thrown in. The one who had taken her phone and hit her leaned in for a few moments before reaching up to pull the boot down. He didn't want to show it, he couldn't. He needed to be himself right now. He needed to take order like he always did. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

He looked left sharply and saw Gumshoe still looking forward, a stony expression on his face. He didn't turn to look at Gavin, just held his hand on his shoulder for a moment, that being his way of giving comfort to a man that had to pretend he didn't need it. He nodded once and asked Gavin what he needed them to do, knowing it would bring him back.

"We need that license plate. We need to map their possible locations based on the direction they took once they exited the car park. We need ever local cop on that car, got it?"

"Got it, pal. Parker!" Gumshoe yelled while his partner was hastily jotting down the license plate and scrambled at his desk to get his handcuffs and gun.

"On it." He said, and joined the gathering of other detectives near Gumshoe to find out which direction they were given and what they were to look out for specifically.

"Eyes peeled everyone! Look out for anything looking suspicious at all. If we know Skye, she'll have left something behind for us."

...

Klavier waited painstakingly while every officer they had working on this had called in to say they'd either come to a dead end or found nothing. One had said they'd found an abandoned toyota parked on a street but five minutes later found that it wasn't related at all. Klavier felt deflated, felt all hope vanishing until his on loan phone began to ring. He saw Parker's name flashing on the screen and pressed the green button.

"Gumshoe?"

"Boss! We found something! There's an abandoned blue car and the license matches! Parker's inside the front seats seeing if there's any... hang on...this looks like that snack bag she always-"

"What? What is it!"

"There's something over there! Parker! Get out of there now!"

Klavier listened with the phone pressed tightly against his ear as he heard heavy breathing and occasional yelling.

"Look these are those chocolates she's always eating! And those are her glasses!

"You sure?"

"Who else wears glasses like that? And look, she's written something!"

"Gumshoe! For godsake answer the phone!"

"Oh! Sorry pal! We found her glasses! And it looks like something is written in the dirt!

"Well? What does it say?"

Klavier felt more annoyed with the situation then he felt right, but couldn't help it because Gumshoe was currently ignoring Klavier's questions and making some of his own.

"How has she managed to write a message in dirt this dry? She must have had some water or something."

"GUMSHOE!"

"Oh! Sorry again, pal-"

"What is it?"

"Parker says it smells like... you know... gotta tell you, pal, she's a smart one."

"Gumshoe! What message did she leave?"

"Erm... looks like a '2' and two 'X's boss. With what looks like a question mark."

"'X's? Two of them? What does that mean?"

"No idea boss."

"Alright. Well... just check in with me everytime something new happens. Get forensics to your location now."

Klavier shut the phone and pocketed it. What was double X? She wouldnt be writing 'twenty' on roman numberals would she? Klavier shook his head. Why on earth would she write them in roman numerals when she had already written '2'? He looked around desperately. Why would anyone write 'x's? They can't have been kisses so why has she put that? Then it hit Klavier. This wasnt just anyone, this was Ema. He cursed himself for not seeing it sooner.

"Chromosomes!" He yelled making the junior detective next to him jump. He looked down at him and patted his shoudler. Of course she had written it that way. Of course she had.

...

Klavier stood again outside the Wright Anything Agency, this time much more nervous about the reception he'd receive. He knocked once before trying the door handle. It turned silently and he pushed it open just in time to see Apollo reach for the handle.

"Herr Forehead! I need you assistance. Now."

"Mr Gavin? What's going on?"

"I need to go see someone, and I need your assistance. Are you coming?" Klavier asked.

Apollo looked at his watch for a few seconds and flattened his hair back against his head before it sprang back to life. Disregarding to late time and assuming it was of importance he said yes, he'd go. He yelled back to Phoenix that he was popping out and closed the door without waiting for an answer.

"So... is this to do with Ema?"

"Yes. I think I know someone who'll know about her situation."

"Who?" Apollo asked while being handed the spare helmet and regarding the motorcycle with unease.

"Who?" He asked again when he wasn't answered the first time. Klavier simply got on his bike and waited for Apollo to follow suit.

Within ten minutes they had reached the detention centre where a guard was waiting outside for them.

"Did they know we were coming?" Apollo asked Klavier while handing back the helmet.

"Of course, I called ahead."

"Herr Johnson." Klavier said, nodding his head at the guard as he walked passed, and thanked him when he was told that she was waiting for them.

"Who's she?" Apollo asked. "And are you going to tell me why I'm here as well?"

"Because you see things Herr Forehead. That others can't. That I can't. You're here because of that. If she's hiding anything from me I'm counting on you to tell me."

"Oh..."

"After you." Klavier said to Apollo, opening a door for him and seeming calmer than Apollo thought his ought to with his girlfriend missing, leading him face to face with a smirk he wished he'd never have to see again.

"Mr Justice," she drawled, "How nice to have visitors at such an hour."

Apollo understood Klavier's need to appear calm now.

"Mrs Green!"

"You remember me? Well, how could you not?" She asked rhetorically, smoothing out her hair.

"Frau Green." Kavier said stiffly and cut her off by asking "Where is she?"

"Where is who, sweetie?" She asked while laughing.

"I'm not messing around here Vanessa! You know who!"

"Gavin!"

"What Herr Forehead?"

"This is why I'm here. You need to back off, she's not tense at all, it'd be clear to anyone she's enjoying this. Find her igniter, remember?"

Klavier did remember and changed his tactics immediately. He smiled.

"How long has it been Vanessa, three months? 4? I forget but from the look of you it looks like it's been years."

Vanessa's smile instantly vanished. She didn't like the game if she wasn't winning, and even though she still had the upper hand, it felt like she'd lost. She scratched her wrist once, and if Apollo remembered correctly, her tell was her bracelet, and since that was missing, he could only assume this was all her subconscious could come up with.

Apollo felt his bracelet react and nodded once; knowing Klavier would see it out of the corner of his eye.

'Gotcha.'

"You think you're so great out there, don't you? Think you're better than me, right?"

"I'm not the one in an orange jump suit, Vanessa."

"Shut up! I've beat you Gavin! I've beat you, do you understand? I got back at you for taking away my love and I've won!"

"Does she mean her husband?" Apollo whispered, and looked confused when Klavier shook his head.

"Her money."

"I knew she was the reason you'd turned me down as soon as we got in the courtroom. I saw the way she was looking at you. That filthy, poor girl. I've had people watching you, you know." She said, her smirk firmly back in place. "And her, of course. She went back to yours the day I was sent in here. I thought you didn't take trash back to your place."

Klavier, ignoring Apollo's obvious embarrassed blush at the thought of it went very silent for a moment.

"Ema." He said, seething with an undertone of danger, "Is not. Trash. She is more than twice the woman you'll ever be. I never said 'trash' Vanessa, you did. If I don't take trash back to my home what does that make you?"

"Why you-!"

"Ema belongs there. With me. And nothing that you can do or say will stop either of us. I will find her. I will get her back. You lose again, Vanessa.

Somewhat happy with this again. Promise promise promise this time it won't be so late again. Promisex2